So, if you couldn't tell from earlier chapters, I am not okay. Now I have never been diagnosed, but I show all of the signs of depression. I should tell you that I am doing better. I have stopped cutting, for now at least, and I hope I don't rebound. Oh, hey, its snowing right now. Pretty. I honestly feel that getting back into furries and reading imagines on here has helped. So have my friends, online and offline. Since I have rediscovered my love for anthropomorphic animals I decided that I want a fursuit. But, I have to wait till I am 18 to order one from the maker. So, that is something to hold on to. It is the little things that count. I haven't killed myself because Supernatural is still running, because Destiel isn't canon, because Doctor Who's eleventh season isn't until the fall, I have to wait for a fursuit. Because of so many little things, I'm not dead. My fandoms, friends, and favourite YouTubers, Actors, Actresses, etc. are the reason while I am alive. And I thank everyone and everything that has ever been there for me. So, I thank you, from the bottom of my cold, dark heart.

        ~Sep <3